User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-9124274-20150402214737/@comment-26141072-20150404023115

Strange. . . it was already feeling colder as the ship sailed northward. The breeze picked up, whisking through her fur as Rosebrush peered intently at the horizon, feeling slightly exhillerated. She wasn't sure exactly what she was thinking, but it oddly felt to her that it might be an interesting thing if she spotted the fleet. . . but didn't report it. But maybe not.

She had never been one to care for the other crew, being a rather selfish beast. Would life be better off with the Long Patrol or with this crew? Not as if loyalty was felt to either. . . But at any rate, it wasn't like the Long Patrol navy was sailing over the horizon and she even had the choice of telling or not. . . Shrugging, the fox maid put her thoughts of--she didn't like to say it--mutiny behind her.

Might as well wait and bide her time. . . she wasn't even sure what would be in for her if she mutinied. And it was entirely what she gained that mattered. Who cares about if this entire crew died?

Rosebrush could be one evil fox. . . or not. ..